The dragon swallowed slowly, every instinct in his ancient body screaming the same word.
Run.
The small area instantly exploded—stones cracked and trees keeled over.
White Fur looked like she was on her way to kill.
Midas bolted so fast the air cried out in protest. "IT WAS A JOKE! A JOKE, I SWEAR!" his voice echoed from the rapidly vanishing blur of his escape.
White Fur followed like divine retribution wrapped in silk.
Liu Mei, perched atop the tyrant bear, leaned forward with innocent curiosity.
"Little Aoki… is that flirting?"
The bear didn't respond. It was too busy thinking of ways of playing dead.
Right on cue, an explosion lit the sky beside them—violent, blinding.
A surge of soul force slammed into the earth nearby, but White Fur's barrier held firm. Not a single scratch reached Liu Mei.
"Hey, Little Aoki," she said again, kicking her feet like a girl watching fireworks.
"If White Fur wins… do you think I can tame that dragon?"
